Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Sunday, 11 March 2012
Virginia
Folded over, folded in on your self
You reach out, with curled up tips
your tributaries; branches & firm centre line
settled deep from tip to toe
You take me to the harbour rails
let me step upon the boardwalk
All my summer was in the waiting
Only when the seasons change
do you turn into your full colour
Only when the seasons change
are you undone by my wild winds
You are ripped from the red white stalks
torn, you let me pull you into the breeze
You float, without waiting, to my floor
Dry sun, takes away our moisture
dry clear days take away our breath
until the day of gathering when we stroke
and caress; a private life in the public view
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here
Saturday, 10 March 2012
Handwriting
Notes I made
forbade the thoughts
of sloping margins
Suggestions, of my own
that I struggled to cope
without I barge in
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here
Friday, 9 March 2012
Fallen Leaf
I am a bully
I know bullies too
I am a bully
There are bullies at the zoo
The zoo that is the office
The zoo that is the mall
The zoo that is the schoolyard
Where angels seldom call
I do it for protection
I do it for a laugh
I do it without warning
There is badness on my path
Protection from the suffering
Being the brunt of all the jokes
Calling without muttering
Tied up, helpless left to choke
I am a bully
A bully through and through
You only can be a bully
When you have been bullied too
You too there in the office
You too there in the mall
You too there in the school yard
Where the bullies true do call
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Deceive
I see you in your cell
dry stale bread
lukewarm tepid water
I take you to another hell
with talk of geese
in V formation
Flying free over Rutland Water
swell you say
it’s good of you to remind me
You talk of deer
of mountains, of polar icecaps
of memories, that you may live to slaughter
With no desire to dwell I shuffle
Some half hearted explanation
it could have been me was the gist of it
Nevertheless I turned away
I smiled a wry and wicked smile
for I was rather glad that they had caught her
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
Sounds Cape
Sibelius
Are you with me
does the word take you anywhere at all
Shadows made of life
silhouettes in a white or a greyer snow
are you with me
does the brightness take you anywhere at all
Minimalist backdrops
to the foreground of all our dreams
Only the silence pulls apart the tension
Are you with me
does the theatrical take you anywhere at all
Blood drops on the canvas
the initiation, with a knife of gold
Stalactites, mites in close formation
Are you with me
or does the rite of passage leave you cold
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here
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